hands worn and engraved by work’s hard stain
eyes that twinkle in you’s sunlight
arms that bulge with strength of mind
to enfold sufferers there in mighty kindness
plucked from the ground and shown to the light
feet which have trod life’s rough and gritted path, through rain and snow
but still, his face has a glow glow
for he, and now all the globe know
you don’t need a cape to be
a superhero